It's odd, isn't it, how the tiniest, most insignificant things can end up upsetting the balance of your day. As you say, Maw, one ill judged remark. DH and I are, once again this week, at serious odds with each other and I have to confess this time it is my fault. I think I have a self destruct button and it is hard wired to my mouth. We had a walk to the pub today, got wet on the way, lunch was unusually lacklustre, the bar staff few and overworked, customers grumpy. When we got out I got a text from DS with a picture of my DiL in a spotty dress, with the message "what do you think?" So I got rather tetchy about why he was asking me for an opinion, who has no fashion sense at all, and put my phone away, saying I didn't want to get involved in a conversation about it with my DiL who I love, but who can talk for England about frocks, and life is too short. Then he got onto "why is it that you never want to talk to people anymore?" It all went downhill from there and we ended up on a path in the middle of a field of barley, having a blazing row. I had one if those "if I let out the words I have in my mouth, we'll never come back from it" moments - and then I said them! So, having left him standing and walked back home at Light Infantry pace in a blazing fury, we are now ensconced at opposite ends of the house in stony silence. Why? Over a text about a spotty dress? I can't believe it. We both said some harsh things, but I am practiced in the art to a very high degree. And I am a bloody fool. Goodnight all.